The Threads of Fate | Chapter 1: The First Choice
The old man sat quietly in his chair, the soft creaking of wood beneath him the only sound that filled the room. His gnarled hands rested on the armrests, fingers twitching as if remembering the days ...
The old man sat quietly in his chair, the soft creaking of wood beneath him the only sound that filled the room. His gnarled hands rested on the armrests, fingers twitching as if remembering the days ...
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